Chapter 2 ALMOST OVER FOR ANDY

"Are you not going to fuck me?" The lady asked as if she wanted him to.

Andy chuckled briefly in a menacing tone after hearing the trembling tone in that woman's voice. She was scared, but she still sounded desperate to be fucked. Andy was not sure anymore of what was inside her head. But he did not bother to find out. She didn't deserve his response either. Andy pulled up his black button-up shirt and threw it over his shoulders. He was done playing games with some random woman. He was not the type to force a woman to submit to him. He didn't want to be like his father. He wouldn't want to fuck a woman against her will, especially when they looked at him like that wild animal.

On his way to the door, he picked up his blazer. He did not bother to find any cash, as he knew that his men would take care of all his expenses. "You'll get a transaction later." He said this as he opened the door and walked out.

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Andy thought as he blinked his tear away and gritted his own teeth with anger. Andy held his breath as he asked his father in a shaking tone, "Why are you even telling me this now?" His lips trembled as they tried to hide the anger that had built up inside of him.

Alvin Chester looked up and chuckled under his breath a bit. "You've grown more mature now. You should be able to think on your own about what to do."

Andy shook his head in amazement and said in an aggressive tone, "There would be nothing to affect me... I have died since the day I stepped into your house."

Just as Andy turned around, the door busted open as a woman and a man in their 50s stumbled forward after getting pushed to walk. They were both tied up with their hands behind their backs and blindfolded to prevent them from seeing the people in the room or where they were being taken.

The two were panicking. The sound of the woman's crying struck Andy's ears. "Please! Please let us go." The woman begged as her weak knees lost support, causing her to fall down onto the carpet with both knees.

"Master, Mr., and Mrs. Callister are here." The men behind them said this after locking the door behind them. "We've killed everyone else inside the house."

The woman cried harder with her husband before she said breathlessly while sobbing, "Please don't do anything."

"Shut up!" Andy's father yelled at the woman in annoyance before he got up on his feet and then turned to walk closer to Andy. He pulled up Andy's collar and chuckled at the same time with a smug look, saying, "What are you waiting for? Go and get rid of them, and stop being a coward." Andy gritted his teeth hard as his gaze shifted from the crying mid-age couple to the old man who was standing in front of him.

He pulled the man's collar up with both of his hands as he said in anger through his gritted teeth, from a calming to a yelling tone of voice, "You better listen. I will not kill anyone. You can't force me to do anything anymore!"

Andy released his father's collar and stole the gun from one of the men in black's hands before he shot himself in the chest without a second thought. He felt so fully fed up at that moment. He never regretted it, either.

"ANDY!" His father raised his voice in shock as he watched his son's body collapse onto the carpet floor.

Everyone in the room gasped in shock as they watched their young master kill himself. The crying sounds of both men and women stopped after they heard the shooting sounds that echoed throughout the room.

Travis and Scott started to run to their boss's body and started to cry after calling him several times and getting no response. Andy's blood started to soak all over his white shirt and blazer before it stained the carpet underneath his body.

Nobody ever needed me. Nobody ever wanted me either. Why should I continue living to just hurt innocents? They did nothing wrong. I have been the one to blame ever since the day I was born. My existence alone was enough to hurt them and the one I loved. Andy thought of one last chance as a drop of tears escaped the corner of his eyes.

So this is what death feels like, he pondered. He felt a sharp and unforgettable pain in his chest, and at the same time, he lost his strength to keep himself awake.

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A year later...

The ambulance sirens were echoing throughout the whole city. The crying sounds and the screaming voices of the patient's family in front of the surgical room were deafening in the lobby of the hospital.

The nurses and doctors were crossing paths with one another in hurried panic as soon as the victims, who were involved in a car accident, arrived at the hospital entrance.

"Sally!" A tall, handsome guy who was wearing his doctor's white coat ran to a girl who was carrying a tray of food. She turned around as soon as she heard her name.

Her long black hair flew to one side, followed by her head movement. Her beautiful pink soft lips curled up into a smile as her pairs of brown eyes reflected the hallway's light, making them twinkle like the stars in the middle of the night sky.

She blinked once before she responded with her soft, pleasant voice, "Brent, how was the patient that got sent in tonight?" She shifted her position as she took a few steps towards him.

Brent Howard flashed her a smile as he came to a stop in front of her, saying, "It went alright. The family of the patient is currently in the room with him now, I believe." His twinkling eyes, which were staring at her without a blink, trailed from her face to her hands. "Are you on your way to the patient's room?"

Sally lifted the tray up a little to show him. She nodded her head and said, "I am. They are in the VIP room on the tenth floor. I heard they are from some rich family." She chuckled as she studied Brent's eyes.

"Do you want to go out and eat after the shift is over? I will pay for our dinner." Brent offered. He winked at her before he fixed his necktie a little. "Let's start walking while we talk so you can be there on time."